Quiddich and Confusion
A/N: This is the first Drarry and first FanFiction that I have ever written…so don't give me too much hate! This is a passage from the Chamber of Secrets. The line is where I started writing. In case you didn't know, the …'s mean a few sentences or so were skipped.
...he saw it - The Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear - and Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it. For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speed toward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch. WHAM. He had stayed still a second too long. The Bludger had hit him at last, smashed into his elbow, and Harry felt his arm break...the Bludger came pelting back for a second attack, this time aiming at his face - Harry swerved out of the way, one idea firmly lodged in his numb brain: get to Malfoy. Through a haze of rain and pain he dived for the shimming, sneering face below him and saw it's eyes widen with fear: Malfoy thought Harry was attacking him.
Harry suddenly stopped. The snitch dove out of sight, but Harry didn't care anymore. He had seen that look on Malfoy's face. Terror. Fear. He suddenly reminded himself that he hated Malfoy. "Snap out of it," Harry whispered to himself. Trying to think of something else, he remembered his broken arm, but the pain felt numbed. He looked up to see Malfoy staring at him with a strange look on his face. Was he thinking the same thing I was? Harry wondered to himself. Suddenly the look upon the blond boy's face changed. He zoomed towards Harry on his new Nimbus 2001. Harry looked behind him to see the snitch. Had Malfoy been trying to plan a way to grab the Snitch without Harry noticing as Harry was trying to do a few minutes before? Or had Malfoy been looking at Harry? Harry's head swarmed with thoughts as he turned his broom around and chased after Malfoy and the Snitch. Unbelievably, Harry with his broken arm had still managed to catch up with the pale faced boy. He reached out his hand, as did Malfoy, both of them reaching for the Snitch. Harry heard the rouge Bludger whizzing after them as he and Malfoy's hands both slid over one another's. It was only a quick brushing of skin, but never the less, it disarmed both the raven and blond haired boys. They looked at each other briefly before Harry's fingers sealed around the Snitch and he dodged out of the way of the Bludger. Then, the pain from his arm came suddenly rushing back to him. It became too much and right before he fainted, he only remembered one thing: the look in Malfoy's eyes. It hadn't been hatred or bitterness. But, something sweeter, almost as if Draco had been concerned for Harry. Maybe Harry was just imaging it, but it seemed as if Draco had been wanting to tell Harry something as well. And all Harry could think of was Draco's eyes. His cold, beautiful eyes. And Harry wished he could tell Draco something too. He wished he could tell Draco what he felt. And he wondered what Draco's reaction would be to three simple words: I love you.
